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Posted On Monday, 29 June 2015 13:57 Written by

Wife of the President, Aisha Muhammadu Buhari hosts women and youths in Abuja on Saturday, 13 June 2015. Here are some pictures from the dinner held at the Presidential Villa in Abuja.

L-R; Wife of the Vice President, Mrs Dolapo Osinbajo and Wife of the President Mrs. Aisha Muhammadu Buhari PHOTO: Sunday Aghaeze

L-R; Wife of the Vice President, Mrs Dolapo Osinbajo and Wife of the President Mrs. Aisha Muhammadu Buhari
PHOTO: Sunday Aghaeze

L-R; Wife of the Vice President, Mrs Dolapo Osinbajo and Wife of the President Mrs. Aisha Muhammadu Buhari PHOTO: Sunday Aghaeze

L-R; Wife of the Vice President, Mrs Dolapo Osinbajo and Wife of the President Mrs. Aisha Muhammadu Buhari
PHOTO: Sunday Aghaeze

L-R; Wife of the Vice President, Mrs Dolapo Osinbajo; Wife of the President, Mrs. Aisha Muhammadu Buhari; wife of the President of the Senate Mrs Toyin Bukola Saraki and wife of the Speaker, Hajiya Gimbia Yakubu Dogara

L-R; Wife of the Vice President, Mrs Dolapo Osinbajo; Wife of the President, Mrs. Aisha Muhammadu Buhari; wife of the President of the Senate Mrs Toyin Bukola Saraki and wife of the Speaker, Hajiya Gimbia Yakubu Dogara

L-R: Wife of the President, Mrs. Aisha Muhammadu Buhari shake hands with former Governor of Rivers State, Rotimi Amaechi with wife of the party National Chairman, Mrs. Oyegun during the dinner

L-R: Wife of the President, Mrs. Aisha Muhammadu Buhari shake hands with former Governor of Rivers State, Rotimi Amaechi with wife of the party National Chairman, Mrs. Oyegun during the dinner

Wife of the President, Mrs Aisha Muhammadu Buhari shake hands with Senator Binta Masi as Wife of Nassarawa State Governor, Mrs Maro Al-Makura; wife of Katsina  State, Hajiya Binta Masari look on

Wife of the President, Mrs Aisha Muhammadu Buhari shake hands with Senator Binta Masi as Wife of Nassarawa State Governor, Mrs Maro Al-Makura; wife of Katsina State, Hajiya Binta Masari look on

Wife of APC National Chairman, Mrs. Oyegun; Wife of the Vice President, Mrs Dolapo Osinbajo; Wife of the President, Mrs. Aisha Muhammadu Buhari; wife of the President of the Senate, Mrs Toyin Bukola Saraki and wife of the Speaker, Mrs Yakubu Dogara

Wife of APC National Chairman, Mrs. Oyegun; Wife of the Vice President, Mrs Dolapo Osinbajo; Wife of the President, Mrs. Aisha Muhammadu Buhari; wife of the President of the Senate, Mrs Toyin Bukola Saraki and wife of the Speaker, Mrs Yakubu Dogara

L-R: Former Governor of Rivers State, Rotimi Amaechi;  Wife of APC National Chairman, Mrs. Oyegun; Wife of the Vice President, Mrs Dolapo Osinbajo and Wife of the President Mrs. Aisha Muhammadu Buhari

L-R: Former Governor of Rivers State, Rotimi Amaechi; Wife of APC National Chairman, Mrs. Oyegun; Wife of the Vice President, Mrs Dolapo Osinbajo and Wife of the President Mrs. Aisha Muhammadu Buhari

Wife of the President, Mrs Aisha Muhammadu Buhari shake hands with some governor's wife among whom are, wife of Nassarawa State Governor, Mrs Maro Al-Makura; wife of Katsina  State, Hajiya Binta Masari and wife of Imo State Governor Mrs Rocharles Okorocha

Wife of the President, Mrs Aisha Muhammadu Buhari shake hands with some governor’s wife among whom are, wife of Nassarawa State Governor, Mrs Maro Al-Makura; wife of Katsina State, Hajiya Binta Masari and wife of Imo State Governor Mrs Rocharles Okorocha

Posted On Sunday, 14 June 2015 19:45 Written by

MY father was kidnapped in Nigeria on a Saturday morning in early May. My brother called to tell me, and suddenly there was not enough breathable air in the world. My father is 83 years old. A small, calm, contented man, with a quietly mischievous humor and a luminous faith in God, his beautiful dark skin unlined, his hair in sparse silvery tufts, his life shaped by that stoic, dignified responsibility of being an Igbo first son.

He got his doctoral degree at Berkeley in the 1960s, on a scholarship from the United States Agency for International Development; became Nigeria’s first professor of statistics; raised six children and many relatives; and taught at the University of Nigeria for 50 years. Now he makes fun of himself, at how slowly he climbs the stairs, how he forgets his cellphone. He talks often of his childhood, endearing and rambling stories, his words tender with wisdom.

Sometimes I record his Igbo proverbs, his turns of phrase. A disciplined diabetic, he takes daily walks and is to be found, after each meal, meticulously recording his carbohydrate grams in a notebook. He spends hours bent over Sudoku. He swallows a handful of pills everyday. His is a generation at dusk.

On the morning he was kidnapped, he had a bag of okpa, apples and bottled water that my mother had packed for him. He was in the back seat of his car, his driver at the wheel, on a lonely stretch between Nsukka, the university town where he lives, and Abba, our ancestral hometown. He was going to attend a traditional meeting of men from his age group. A two-hour drive. My mother was planning their late lunch upon his return: pounded yam and a fresh soup. They always called each other when either traveled alone. This time, he didn’t call. She called him and his phone was switched off. They never switched off their phones. Hour after hour, she called and it remained off. Later, her phone rang, and although it was my father’s number calling, a stranger said, “We have your husband.”

Kidnappings are not uncommon in southeastern Nigeria and, unlike similar incidents in the Niger Delta, where foreigners are targeted, here it is wealthy or prominent local residents. Still, the number of abductions has declined in the past few years, which perhaps is why my reaction, in the aftermath of my shock, was surprise.

My close-knit family banded together more tightly and held vigil by our phones. The kidnappers said they would call back, but they did not. We waited. The desire to urge time forward numbed and ate my soul. My mother took her phone with her everywhere, and she heard it ringing when it wasn’t. The waiting was unbearable. I imagined my father in a diabetic coma. I imagined his octogenarian heart collapsing.

“How can they do this violence to a man who would not kill an ant?” my mother lamented. My sister said, “Daddy will be fine because he is a righteous man.” Ordinarily, I would never use “righteous” in a non-pejorative way. But something shifted in my perception of language. The veneer of irony fell away. It felt true. Later, I repeated it to myself. My father would be fine because he was a “righteous man.”

I understood then the hush that surrounds kidnappings in Nigeria, why families often said little even after it was over. We felt paranoid. We did not know if going public would jeopardize my father’s life, if the neighbors were complicit, if another member of the family might be kidnapped as well.

“Is my husband alive?” my mother asked, when the kidnappers finally called back, and her voice broke. “Shut up!” the male voice said. My mother called him “my son.” Sometimes, she said “sir.” Anything not to antagonize him while she begged and pleaded, about my father being ill, about the ransom being too high. How do you bargain for the life of your husband? How do you speak of your life partner in the deadened tone of a business transaction?

“If you don’t give us what we want, you will never see his dead body,” the voice said.

My paternal grandfather died in a refugee camp during the Nigeria-Biafra war and his anonymous death, his unknown grave, has haunted my father’s life. Those words — “You will never see his dead body” — shook us all.

Kidnapping’s ugly psychological melodrama works because it trades on the most precious of human emotions: love. They put my father on the phone, and his voice was a low shadow of itself. “Give them what they want,” he said. “I will not survive if I stay here longer.” My stoic father. It had been three days but it felt like weeks.

Friends called to ask for bank-account details so they could donate toward the ransom. It felt surreal. Did it ever feel real to anybody in such a situation, I wondered? The scramble to raise the money in one day. The menacingly heavy bag of cash. My brother dropping it off, through a circuitous route, in a wooded area.

Late that night, my father was taken to a clearing and set free.

While his blood sugar and pressure were checked, my father kept reassuring us that he was fine, thanking us over and over for doing all we could. This is what he knows how to be — the protector, the father — and he slipped into his role almost as a defense. But there were cracks in his spirit. A drag in his gait. A bruise on his back.

“They asked me to climb into the boot of their car,” he said. “I was going to do so, but one of them picked me up and threw me inside. Threw. The boot was full of things and I hit my head on something. They drove fast. The road was very bumpy.”

I imagined this grace-filled man crumpled inside the rear of a rusty car. My rage overwhelmed my relief — that he suffered such an indignity to his body and mind.

And yet he engaged them in conversation. “I tried to reach their human side,” he said. “I told them I was worried about my wife.”

The next day, my parents were on a flight to the United States, away from the tainted blur that Nigeria had become.

With my father’s release, we all cried, as though it was over. But one thing had ended and another begun. I constantly straddled panic; I was sleepless, unfocused, jumpy, fearful that something else had gone wrong. And there was my own sad guilt: He was targeted because of me. “Ask your daughter the writer to bring the money,” the kidnappers told him, because to appear in newspapers in Nigeria, to be known, is to be assumed wealthy. The image of my father shut away in the rough darkness of a car boot haunted me. Who had done this? I needed to know.

But ours was a dance of disappointment with the authorities. We had reported the kidnapping immediately, and the first shock soon followed: State security officials asked us to pay for anti-kidnap tracking equipment, a large amount, enough to rent a two-bedroom flat in Lagos for a year. This, despite my being privileged enough to get personal reassurances from officials at the highest levels.

How, I wondered, did other families in similar situations cope? Federal authorities told us they needed authorization from the capital, Abuja, which was our responsibility to get. We made endless phone calls, helpless and frustrated. It was as though with my father’s ransomed release, the crime itself had disappeared. To encounter that underbelly, to discover the hollowness beneath government proclamations of security, was jarring.

Now my father smiles and jokes, even of the kidnapping. But he jerks awake from his naps at the sound of a blender or a lawn mower, his eyes darting about. He recounts, in the middle of a meal, apropos of nothing, a detail about the mosquito-filled room where he was kept or the rough feel of the blindfold around his eyes. My greatest sadness is that he will never forget.

First published on New York Times

Posted On Sunday, 31 May 2015 19:15 Written by

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Posted On Saturday, 30 May 2015 22:32 Written by

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Posted On Monday, 25 May 2015 15:02 Written by

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Pastor Joseph Dominic Agboli and his pretty wife, Pastor Mrs Blessing Agboli of Victorious Army Ministries international situated at Acme road,Ogba,Ikeja, Lagos, Nigeria. Mrs Pastor Blessing Agboli yesterday kicked off the Church's "Jesus Women of Grace International Conference," at the church's magnificent premises in Ikeja, Lagos, inviting the first speaker Dr Oljumoke Adenowo, whom she described as 'humble, focused, Godly and fearless' to climb the platform. Dr. Adenowo subsequently set the hall on fire with her fiery speech. The event turned out to be one of the biggest events ever staged in the church - With additional reporting by Mike Cerutti Osagie, Lagos, Nigeria.

Posted On Friday, 22 May 2015 13:21 Written by

X365radio.com, the internet radio station, is set to introduce the first edition of its music and comedy show called X365Radio's Laugh & Quench. The show will take place in Abuja, the Federal Capital City. The organizers of the show said yesterday in a statement that young Nigerian talents in music and comedy are invited to come and show off their talents at the music, comedy and entertainment event. Interested musicians and comedians should email: This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it..

The show is co-sponsored by Xclusivenigeria.com, X365tv.com; Africareporters.com; Newyorkdaily247.com; Hiring234.com; Chiquemagazine.com; Myafrica247.com; Myloveandpassion.com; Datingghana247.com; 234naira.com; Naijamotorpark.com; Koduga.com; Buy656.com; Yes434.com; Mypals247.com; X360records.com; and Jbbwebsites.com.

Posted On Friday, 22 May 2015 03:47 Written by

Niger State Governor-Elect Alhaji Abubakar Sani Bello on a courtesy visit to HRH the Emir of Suleja, Alhaji Muhammadu Awwal Ibrahim.

Posted On Sunday, 17 May 2015 12:56 Written by

Niger State Governor-Elect, Alhaji Abubakar Sani Bello, paying a courtesy visit to His Royal Highness Yahaya Abubakar, Etsu Nupe.

Posted On Saturday, 16 May 2015 20:46 Written by

For the very first time, Femi and Seun Kuti, two sons of the late Afrobeat legend, Fela Anikulapo-Kuti, will be performing together on same stage tonight, Friday.The unusual show tagged the ‘2 Kings Concert’, holding at Eko Hotels & Suites, will also serve as an album launch event for Seun Kuti.

Tonight’s show, sponsored by Airtel, will have the two international superstars give Afrobeat lovers the best of themselves.

The brothers are famous for their energetic tours and concerts across the globe but they have never performed together.

Posted On Saturday, 25 April 2015 12:47 Written by
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